Last week I applied for four jobs. I have heard nothing from any of them yet. I’m told I have to be patient but the last time I heard that was two weeks ago when I applied to three jobs and I still haven’t heard back from those companies either. It means they aren’t interested. It means I’m bombing out.
So what do you do when faced with a looming deadline for getting work?
You buy some 153 proof moonshine, that’s what you do.
Then you guzzle it until it peels off the inside of your stomach and intestines and apply for 40 more jobs wearing the stench of despira-
OR you make liqueur out of the grain alcohol and the amazing home grown plums your friend brings you. You wait a respectable two months before straining and sipping. I usually work with 100 proof so I’m going to have to dilute this liqueur with something. My first thought was to just water it the hell down. But – water – ? Doesn’t sound right. So then I figured maybe I could water it down with some added juice? maybe something flavorless like white grape juice? I will commence experiments and write about it on Stitch for the scientifically minded booze-hounds.
So. There doesn’t seem to be anything to apply to today so I think it’s time to clean up my office and get some sewing done because I have the pyjama pant project to work on and I have pants to make myself so I don’t look homeless when going for job interviews. Surely someone at some point is going to see what an awesome prospect I am as an employee and want to talk to me in person, right?
I have got three paragraphs of Cricket and Grey Spring written. Then I got sidetracked by researching third degree burns. I’m going to have to make plot changes since I injured my MC more than I intended to. I mean – they say to make bad stuff happen to your characters but I might have gone a little too far. Philip reminds me that I can change the severity of the wounds in the first book. I suppose he’s technically correct but I feel it would be cheating at this point – I’ve already published it on my blog. Even though that isn’t a traditional method of publishing – my book is still out there and I think it lives on its own now. I set it free and can’t take it back.
It’s a fine day out there. Not too hot. A breeze is blowing. It’s already 1pm and I’ve gotten very little done. I guess it’s time to do something productive.